Napowrimo Day 2 — I tell you True

I tell you true, true, truly,

as the sun rises from the western sea

with blinding light

I never woke from sleep

with your name on my lips



as the eastering sun casts long shadows at noon,

I never whisper your name

to my heart

at work


truly indeed,

as the sun slides down and the heavens stand still

and the far side of the moon swings into view

full and bright,

I never said

I wanted more,




Napowrimo Day 1 – I cannot live with you

I cannot live with you.


Your habitat is desert.  Mine

the northwest forest, damp

with moss, maple, fir, pine,

tangled with plump black



Your habitat is desert.  Stone

and sand, cholla, prickly pear.

The heated sweep of sun

that your summer   day bears

will blind me.


So how is it that I always

finish your sentences? That you

finish mine?


Minds melted and melded,

roots and branches intertwined

by distance and difference.



Napowrimo Day 1 challenge: write a poem beginning with the first line of another poem.  My first line was from an Emily Dickinson.